I’m exhausted, I’m overwhelmed with work and house stuff, and I have to get out to the trails extra early in order to avoid becoming a crispy critter. And not much is really happening in the world. And Sunday morning is our slowest time. So this one is gonna be phoned in. Hey, Spud gave you a treat last night, think of this as a kind of a counterbalance.

In fact, I’ll only note one birthday and that will be at the end. We’re going right to news, such as it is.

 

Insufficient panic. WE ONLY HAVE 11.5 YEARS, PEOPLE!!!!!

 

Insufficient panic. WE’RE GOING TO DIE TODAY!!!!

 

Insufficient panic. WE’RE GOING TO DIE BY THE END OF THE CENTURY!!!!!

 

Iowa Glibs should feel privileged to have so much greatness in their midst.

 

“I was just looking for pussy.”

 

Heh heh heheh, her name is Hornaday.

 

Fuck TSA, piece of shit useless agency. Thanks a lot, W, I hope there’s a woodchipper in your future. We owe you that.

 

My old stomping grounds. Such fine management.

 

Insert Polack joke here.

 

Yes, today’s birthday is the guy who pretty much defined electric guitar. His solo on this song is… breathtaking.